Thereo an Artistic Retreat

Thereo an artistic retreat. It was like going back to a home country that i had never visited before. There were no acs there, or wt anhting, thatwas like one parent there and that was it. And at some point or another, wei recognized that we're all conscious beings ourselves in a way that the world doesn't allow us to. We've been beaten up and beatend banged up a little bit because of a someof the challenges of the world. Ibyit by the cruelty of the world, yes, but we're al catbut,. but we're ok. And lass. Going away from that event, i remember feeling like